Quilly DaVinci - Super Star Status Lyrics

Quilly where the bass at
Hey
(DaVinci, DaVinci)
Hey
Hey
(DaVinci, DaVinci) yeah
Yo this shit so fuckin' hard no cap
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

I had to work for this
Super star status, yeah
Ball like magic, yeah
Brand new Patek, yeah
I got a big yoppa if you really want static, yeah
Imma let 'em have it, yeah
Imma wreak havoc, yeah
I came from the street body really droppin'
It's either you toatin' or nigga you poppin'
My bro got a blick if you got a problem
And nigga you got something we could solve it
Trap hard feel like Calboy
Goyard on the bag boy
No purse this a satchel
Want smoke imma match you

I'm from the streets where niggas really bangin' bitch
Walk around pimp chain slangin' bitch
Imma beast ain't no tamin' it
Me and the bro gon' be finally famous bitch
And I put drop top on the coupe, no roof
You know how we bangin' bitch
I get high like way too much
Tell my brothers roll that blunt yeah
Roll up yo smoke yeah I'm tryna get deady
You mess with the bro turn you brain to spaghetti
I sleep with one eye open like I'm Fetty
Bitch I'm 'boutta slide skr in a Hemi
Lil nigga I come with that water I come with that juice
I just bought a Tesla my door hit the roof
I play with the keys, pockets got the blues
And I fuck all my bitches two by two
We came for the money we came for the loot
If the boy got a problem he gon me the troops
Nigga no way no no way, I don't play
I been killin' these bitches I feel like OJ
I been gettin' this chicken ain't talkin bout poultry
This shit no act this shit no role play
Killin' these beats that's what I do
I'm with the gang bitch who are you yeah

I had to work for this
Super star status, yeah
Ball like magic, yeah
Brand new Patek, yeah
I got a big yoppa if you really want static, yeah
Imma let 'em have it, yeah
Imma wreak havoc, yeah
I came from the street body really droppin'
It's either you toatin' or nigga you poppin'
My bro got a blick if you got a problem
And nigga you got something we could solve it
Trap hard feel like Calboy
Goyard on the bag boy
No purse this a satchel
Want smoke imma match you

Hopped out the coupe like a dragon
Walk through flexin' and flashin'
Shawty she attracted to the dick like a magnet
Take off I'm blast in' blunts I'm ashin'
I've been doin' this shit for a while now nigga
Everyday I grind tryna see 6 figures
Imma pull up in this bitch with the bro's and the brethren
We got weapons that'll separate ya skin from ya skeleton
I don't walked in the bank just to make a deposit
It was me and the posse we fucked all the bank tellers
You can't fuck with lil Quilly saucin'
Henny in my hand got a nigga Woo walkin'
I told the bitch I'm not with the talkin'
Lights
Camera
Flashin'
Flossin'
When I'm on stage the bras they tossin'
Money green in the face like it's makin' me nauseous
Yeah I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang and we going off (Skr)
Aye I'm takin' the horse out the range I'm dippin' the Porsche (Skr)
If you ain't with me then get out the way I show no remorse
Is DaVinci the best in the game? Of course

I had to work for this
Super star status, yeah
Ball like magic, yeah
Brand new Patek, yeah
I got a big yoppa if you really want static, yeah
Imma let 'em have it, yeah
Imma wreak havoc, yeah
I came from the street body really droppin'
It's either you toatin' or nigga you poppin'
My bro got a blick if you got a problem
And nigga you got something we could solve it
Trap hard feel like Calboy
Goyard on the bag boy
No purse this a satchel
Want smoke imma match you

Super star status yeah
Super star status yeah
Super star status yeah
Super star status yeah
Super star status yeah
Super star status yeah
Super star status yeah
Super star status yeah
Super star status ah